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Buddha Monk Prophecy Art Of War [intro: buddha monk] I want the whole entire clan I want that shit to sound like it was stompin, for real At ease, 10-4 There's only one that will ? to have the powers of truth I want my soldiers to be dignified soldiers (sir, yes, sir!) I want you to march forward and bring forth the truth *chanting of "zu" begins* I want you to go forth at 1,200 feet per a second My troops are you ready? (sir, yes, sir!) Buddha monk? (yes, sir) I want you to show and prove the powers that the ??? Are you ready ??? (yes, sir) *army soldier marching chant begins* Pick up the pace! *army chanting speeds up* Take your left foot up! *chanting stops* [buddha monk] You must be crazy to sacrifice your life against this manchu' I bomb you with the tactics, and i don't warn bastards So think fast, watch this god cut like glass Bring your frame fast and make you do the thirty yard dash That's yo' ass, my kills make me the last man that stands It's that brooklyn zu, damn, they want you to raise your fuckin hands I'm equipped with some shit that's dark, kill light like an eclipse Now bow down to this god, and all wish you will give to i Then infiltrate, i make moves like an earthquake Make them bitches get down and pass it to you on a slate Then my oddessey sees many gods, i thought i see you flinch Don't mind him, yo, drag him, punch him in his shit! Assassin with quick slashin, verbal smashin There's no need to be askin, who be burnin you fuckin bastards I'm mastered, and i'll attack like a praying mantis So visualize these words, over across seas enhance it You're banished, the retro-scale shows a hundred percent damage Most niggaz parish from fuckin with the brooklyn zu elements! [interlude: buddha monk] *chanting starts up again* Don't never fuck with the brooklyn zu elements! All my soldiers, stand forth! Show no fear! Pick up your feet! Now there needs to be some teachin goin on! Are you ready ??? *chanting stops* [buddha monk] Alright, enough of nice, this next recite Take life niggaz, and burn slowly down your windpipe Sharp as ever, hellbound brooklyn zu predator Whatever, we can get down in any weather I'm a marksman, fat, round, royal blood kin Dirty psycho trend, (suuuuuu!) here come the brooklyn zu men There's a thousand men rushin in on one way, how can you win? Monk accompanied by x-men and 4 psychos who'll babble off your shin I'm tired of y'all heathin, schemin to make me start leakin The first nigga open his mouth is the first nigga to start bleedin Yo, i mean this, i'm like a q-tip cleanin out yo' penis And most of you niggaz will rotate around me like you're fuckin venus At ease, here's a tissue for your nose bleed Watch this zu god seize, like seeds, that of johnny appleseed You wanna battle? first power, i see, hears you Defy the laws of gravity, then my brain injects in you! Now! *chanting starts again and continues to fade* *roaring* |
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